I will live with my sorrow, I will live my own life. I will defeat sorrow, in his place. I will stand my ground and be strong. I don′t know when it will be but someday, I will conquer it. And I will do it without… false hope.

Life...Dreams...Hope...Where do they come from? And where do they go? None of that junk is enough to fulfill your hearts! Destruction...Destruction is what makes life worth living! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Let's destroy everything!

Why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed? Why do people cling to life, knowing that they must someday die? ...Knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do?